My Charming Mafia

Kristen *⑅୨୧⑅* My black heels continued to click on the posh red rug in the hotel's tenth floor hallway. My chest was rising and falling in a heavy and an irregular rhythm. I could hear the harsh sound of my heart drumming faster in my ears. My anxiety was spiking - rising up to another different level entirely. Still, I pulled myself together, wrapped and tightened my arms around the feathery coat I was putting on which was lent to me by Madame Gina. With my heart bowling up to my throat, I found myself at my destination. Room Number 804.... I didn't want to do any of these, but I didn't have any choice. It was either doing this or Carlos would get upset with me and I might find myself behind bars by the end of tonight. Pulling myself together, I balled my hands and knocked softly on the door. I got my knuckles on the door twice before it opened, revealing a tall dark skinned man that appeared in front of me, in his white robe and wet hair, probably from just stepping out of the shower. He glanced over at me, with a little side smirk on his lips, he eyed me down until he was satisfied with what he was looking at. He then held my arm and pulled me into the suite. As expected, the suite was huge and very expensive. Nothing was lacking in any area, from the decor to the comfy couches to the lavender air freshener seeping into the whole area and I haven't even seen the bedrooms yet. For a moment, I wondered what it felt like to have it all. “Carlos must have told you everything about me, little whore.” The man suddenly caught my attention and I had forgotten where I was for a moment. I gulped as he walked to the other side of the living area and stopped at the center table where a tray containing some syringes, used up cigarettes and some white powder which looked like cocaine. I watched him snuff the white powder deep into his nostrils a few more times before he turned to look at me and lighted a cigarette. “f*****g come here, bitch.” He commanded in his American accent and I had to obey immediately. He took his seat on one of the couches with both of his legs spread apart. I didn't know how or where to start to pleasing him and when I simply stood there, he became pissed. “What the f**k, b***h! Do I need to remind you?! Get on your f*****g knees and suck me!” He then loosened his robe and my eyes literally enlarged at the sight of his privates exposed in front of me. It was the very first time in my life that I was literally staring at a man's p***s. I gulped as his black p***s stood tall and rigid, almost knocking me off from weighing on my knees. Both of my hands were shaking as I stretched forth to touch his bare thighs. “Don't f*****g play with me, dirty w***e! What the...Are you a f*****g amateur?!...” He glared at me and I immediately shook my head trying to assure him. “I...I can do this, please t-trust me....” “I ain't got no time for this s**t! That f*****g pimp Carlos is gonna hear from me! I told him to get me a f*****g slut that could do her job right and make me forget about my b***h of a wife! And he sent me this....” I saw him livid and I knew if I didn't do something quick, then he was going to kick me out. “Please...forgive me... I will do it.” I stuttered in fear. “f**k, you cannot do anything, b***h! Look! You already made me soft. What a f*****g waste, just get the f**k out. I'm not f*****g excited anymore!” He was already covering himself with his robe and shoved me away with a force that sent me to the floor. I quickly recovered and got back to kneeling in front of him almost immediately. “Please...give...give me one more chance.” “Didn't you f*****g hear me?! I said get the f**k out!” He yelled but I still knelt in front of him and got my hands firmly on his thighs again. I knew I hadn't done this before but for the sake of not going back to jail or probably ending up dead in an abandoned alley, I was prepared to do it. I instinctively massaged his thighs slowly, trying to prepare myself when he suddenly grabbed me by my hair in a tight grip. I blinked and chewed on my lower lip after the burning pain from my scalp started to surface. “Please sir.... I promise I can do this... Please don't send me away.” My voice sung out with sheer desperation and fear. I didn't even know when tears started to run down on my face. “I didn't sign up for this s**t! On top of it all, you're f*****g crying?! Get the f**k out of here before I do something!” He let go of my hair harshly that I fell backwards on one knee. I wiped my tears and tried to plead with him one more time but then my eyes widened and I screamed as I narrowly dodged a heavy antique he had picked up from somewhere and thrown directly at me. “I SAID GET THE f**k OUT!!!” I didn't look back and scurried with haste out of the room in a panic. I was slowly walking down in the hallway, crying and letting out all of my tears ruin all of the make-up I had on my face. “Why?... Why me?...” I muttered to myself in despair. My name was Kristen. I had no last name. I didn't even know who my father was because I was the product of a one night stand between my mother who was a p********e and one of her supposed clients. I never signed up for this life I was currently living. I felt suffocated and trapped but at the same time, I couldn't get out. My own mother threw me out unto the streets to fend for myself when I was just fourteen. She couldn't have me as a threat anymore in her home because of her new boyfriend who always wanted to sleep with me. Nobody ever hired me for any jobs and I remembered going hungry for over four days with no roof over my head, until I met Kylie, my only friend and roommate. Desperate not to die of hunger and starvation, I didn't have any choice but to accept a dangerous job from a powerful gang. And because of that one wrong decision of mine, I was right here, in this pathetic situation of having to please and sleep with a man for the first time after I had turned eighteen a few days ago. I was dragging my feet with me towards the elevator. I knew Carlos would be upset that I couldn't satisfy one of his top clients. He would be mad and maybe finally give up on me and put me in jail. I pressed the elevator button and walked in after the doors opened. I cried my eyes out as I leaned my back against the elevator wall. I didn't want to do any of these. I just wanted to be free and disappear but I couldn't. Anywhere I would go, they would easily find me and I knew what happened to all of the girls and guys who were runaways. How I wished my life had been different. I didn't dream of luxuries nor wanted to live in a gigantic mansion. I only dreamt of a small house - with my future husband, our two kids and I. I texted Kylie to come and pick me up. She arrived just as I was exiting the hotel. The moment I spotted her stepping out of the taxi, I immediately ran towards her and hugged her tightly, crying more on her chest. “I can't do this anymore, Kylie. I'm tired. I...I just can't anymore...” I hiccuped as I continued to cry and replay all of the shitty things that life had been throwing at me since the very beginning. “What...happened, Kris?” Kylie asked me as she also wrapped her arms around me. Kylie was five years older than me, she was like a big sister to me and the only person I had in this world, aside from my little sister. “I can't anymore, Kylie. I'm tired of doing any of these. It's killing me inside,” I cried out and Kylie stroked my hair. “Tell me what happened and...why are you at this expensive hotel? Wait...” Kylie slowly pulled away to look at me and when she looked into my eyes, her own eyes widened before she pulled me into her chest again in a tight embrace. “That son of a b***h, Carlos sent you here! I should have known that bastard won't waste a single time in getting you a client as soon as you clocked eighteen.” “I can't...I don't want to do this anymore, Kylie. It's already enough that I have to be dancing almost naked on the pole every night in front of thousands of disgusting men and now I have to be sleeping with clients outside of the club....” I sobbed on Kylie's shoulders. This isn't the life I wanted for myself. Maybe I didn't have any choice four years ago but now I could turn things around for myself. “But there's nothing you can do, Kris. And you know it very well.” I wondered why Kylie had to be a downer. I pulled away from her and looked into her eyes. “You know I don't want this for myself. I want to be free, I want to go to a good college and study, get a decent job that will pay my bills and start my own small family. That's all I want, Kylie. Is that so much to ask?!” Kylie sighed heavily. “Every one of us wants to be free from Carlos and the night club, Kristen. But you and I know quite well that's not possible, at least not until we've all payed our debts to him for not sending us to a state prison. It's only two things for us as soon as we decide to run away from all of this. At around thirty to forty years in jail or worse, ending up dead and having your body disappear.” “...Maybe...that might happen to me.” I whispered lowly, traces of fear were felt in my voice. As much as I hated all of this crap, I still didn't want to die. “What do you mean, Kris?” Kylie asked. “Because I couldn't keep the client satisfied, Kylie. Carlos said he was one of his best clients, probably from abroad and he warned me that there would be consequences if I messed everything up.” I replied and was already shaking on the inside. “You couldn't, Kristen?!” Kylie widened her eyes at me. “I...I tried to, but then he figured out that I hadn't done this before and he got very angry and kicked me out. He almost broke my head with some heavy antique he threw at me.” I told Kylie and she shook her head in disbelief. I could also sense the tension in her eyes regarding what Carlos was going to do to me when he found out. Just then I received an email from my phone. My eyes blinked when I saw it was a response from the college which I had applied for an admission. They were running a limited full-time scholarship program for first year students. Mrs Amelia Giordano was in charge of organizing the scholarship program as a tribute to her first son that had died about a year ago. With shaky hands, I clicked on the screen to open the email and read the contents. I didn't want to be completely excited, and I guessed just right. My lips were trembling as I wanted to cry all over again. “What's the matter, Kristen?” Kylie looked at me with a puzzled and worried expression. “I...I didn't get in.” I closed my eyes tightly, allowing a tear slip off and fall on my cheek. “What are you talking about, girl?” I passed her my phone and inhaled as I covered my mouth to limit the sounds of my sobs. Maybe I was just born with bad luck and didn't have any right to want all of the good things in life. “Woah?! You had applied for college?” Kylie looked at me. “You wouldn't be able to pay the fees...” “It was a full-time scholarship program, Kylie. They were going to cover up my entire tuition fees.” I said. “Really? And what if you had gotten in, what then? How would you explain it to Carlos? You know he wouldn't allow you to go to college.” Kylie asked. “He was never going to find out about it.” I replied, partly unsure because Carlos always managed to find out about everything. “You do know you're eighteen already, Kristen. And you do know what that means.... It means you aren't only just an exotic dancer, you are also going to have to be sleeping with Carlos's top rich clients because that's where all of the loaded money comes from for him.” I sighed with slumped shoulders, my eyes already dried up and puffy with no more tears to produce. I felt so low and defeated as I didn't have the chance nor the capacity to change myself and turn my life around. Kylie came to get her hands on my shoulder for comfort. “I also wish I could go to school but...sometimes life is a piece of s**t to people like us, Kris. Let's get back to the motel. We only have three more hours until the club opens.” I nodded dejectedly and leaned my head on Kylie's shoulder before following her to the taxi. We got back to the motel and Kylie went on to change her clothes while I got under the shower. I didn't know for how long I sat on the bathroom floor, with my knees buckled up together and my head bowing down to touch my knees. I sobbed again for some time, reflecting over and over again on my bad luck. The rejection letter from the college only made me feel so hopeless about wanting a better life for myself. Kylie knocked on the bathroom door and told me to hurry up. I knew sitting and crying wasn't going to change my life. Maybe I just wasn't destined to live my own life on my own terms, because I didn't own my own life. We got to the club and many clients were already walking in, all of their pockets loaded with cash which would lead to increasing Carlos's wealth. Kylie and I got to the dressing room where the other strippers were getting ready to go out to the stage. “It's about time, bitches.” Crystal, the woman in charge of, and I quote ‘keeping us in line’ came to say behind me and Kylie. “Now hurry up and get out there and bring back all of those horny clients' money.” I nodded while taking off my clothes and remained in only my matching black bra and black lacey panties. I inhaled softly while staring blankly at the locker in front of me. I came out of my thoughts after Kylie tapped my shoulders and smiled at me - apparently wishing me luck. But I didn't need any luck for this kind of awful job of being a stripper. Crystal literally pushed me out of the dressing room and I took in another breath as I started to walk towards the stage. And hearing how the cheering from the customers growing louder only made me realize that this was certainly my crappy life and that life was really a piece of s**t.